Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Zimbabwe and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lungfish to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Rekid,
The Names,
Robert Görl,
Scion,
Duran Duran,
Spoonie Gee,
Mad Mike,
Urselle,
Half Japanese,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Whodini,
Prince Buster,
Junior Murvin,
Anakelly,
The Zeros,
Ultra Naté,
Erasure,
Cheater Slicks,
Archie Shepp,
The Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Move,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young,
Skriet,
David McCallum,
Ronan,
Steve Hackett,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oneida,
Interpol,
The Cowsills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
R.M.O.,
The American Breed,
Don Cherry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Youth Brigade,
OOIOO,
Derrick Morgan,
Bluetip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Royal Trux,
Rotary Connection,
Terry Callier,
Second Layer,
Quantec,
L. Decosne,
Nik Kershaw,
Drexciya,
Heaven 17,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smoke,
Suburban Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Darondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gun Club,
The Cure,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.